I Luv

[Intro] Pete Rock [Chorus: Sample] I luv, I luv I luv, I luv, I luv... I luv [Interlude: Red Cafe] Talk about it, yeah talk about it Dimes, brown skinned dimes Dimes, light skinned dimes Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) [Verse 1: Red Cafe] I'm up like Vince Carter In the air, high like Wayne Carter Here to rock your whole nation, Shawn Carter Make the girls call me daddy right in front their father Do you got a man? I really want your pussy, give it to me in my hand I'm here to satisfy your fantasy, in and out Open your legs, enter in and out I'm from BK so you know what i'm about Money over honey, family over money Like f'real nothing funny I'm a outcast tho', check my foul info Love song writer, Edgar Allan Poe I'm a big boy, show you love [?] And then we can cut, Eastside throw it up Lose everything, except them high blue boots You know me, I spit game through the Bluetooth What else? [Chorus: Sample] I luv, I luv I luv, I luv, I luv... I luv Interlude: [Talib Kweli] Yeah, tell you what Yeah, tell you what Hey, let me tell you what Woa, I tell you what Come on, let me tell you what Yeah, I tell you Yo, yo I tell you (I tell you) Yeah [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Girl I take you undercover, discover the things that lovers do I knew why they thuggin' you I, when the bubble so lovable Me and you, getting in trouble up in the W Like Dove from the De La crew, I try to Plug 2 Can I win, standing in the lobby of the Mandarine, Oriental With a goddess got a body like a mandolin The test is over ladies hand 'em in Niggas is stiffer than mannequins, panicking We got them things in the County of Kings, Brooklyn is fly The ratchet is the classic Brooklyn reply People look in the sky Secure the payment in the book and I fly See, I'm determined by the look in my eye Niggas crooked as eyes in Mississippi When I ride, nothing less than the flyest chicks is with me They left to sigh and surprise Your old news and I'm no contemporary man, and I Bust rounds from a leaden weary cannon, BLAOW!